It’s just like us to fight. Maybe it our way of making the separation easier. I’m so frustrated with him, he so disgusted with me, that it we lose sight of the opportunity to say “good bye” nicely.
It hurts. I sit here in my room crying over a stupid argument. My head starts to throb again. Emotionally-triggered headaches are becoming too commonplace lately. I can’t take it.
I NEED to run again. But I’ve promised my body a full 4-week break from running and I’ve a week to go. Still, I can’t help but long for the release of a good hard run (or even an easy one).
Afraid of how tomorrow will turn out, I contemplate saving my vacation day for another happier time. But that would just be wrong. Oh…so wrong. I can’t let it end this way.
FYI: This post had a bit more to it but I somehow lost the edits before the post was finalized. Basically, I went on to say how there is still healing to be done after my “tough love” actions. Healing for both BoBo and me.
Did it get better? Did you get your sweet good-bye?
:-( totally normal. just got to learn alternative ways of handling it.